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About Montreal

Ever been to one? Me neither—hate people too much. But I heard stories. Buddy of mine, Carl, went to a Nevada spot—legal one, Bunny Ranch or some crap. Said the girls had a jukebox, played Sinatra while you picked ‘em. Classy, right? Made me laugh—somethin’ rare. “Cause and effect,” I thought, like in the movie. You pay, you play, you leave. Simple. Still hate it.

From around the site

I ave gotta say, my work shapes how I see this town. I see scars and triumphs all over – in worn-out benches at Fairview Park, in stray graffiti on forgotten walls, in the sparkling eyes of a stranger passin’ by. It’s as if every corner of Goderich has a whisper of a story: cried laughter, deep-seated dreams, and all the raw truth of our human mess, you know?

Great Lakes shipping stalls amidst cold snap